Hydrangea - Blue Stranger - A Poem by Deda Kavanagh
to getting high.. he fans to other desserts. At the canna he buries his face in that same red that comes when you close your eyes on the beach and face the sun, a bright so wow, you dont know if its a seeing or a feeling. Its here he sinks his dart precisely, as the Embroiderer sewing a garden on a table cloth; backs his head like pulling thread, away; balancing on air; suspended on mighty little helicopters; he gulps and smacks; what must his tongue be like inside that ice-pick beak? then ...
Author: sonnenberg; Tags: Hydrangea Blue Stranger Poem Deda Kavanagh poetry nature hummingbird hummingbirds flowers garden original song paul sonnenberg
